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About San Antonio

So, prostitutes, right – they’re like… walkin’ paradoxes, yeah? Sellin’ love but not feelin’ it, oof, sad innit? *wiggles eyebrows, drops teacup* Oi, nearly broke me mug! Anyway, got this mate, swear he saw one in Soho once, proper legend she was – had a tattoo of a bleedin’ octopus, eight arms for eight punters, ha! Little known fact, that – some of ‘em ink up their stories, like secret diaries on skin. Wild, eh?

Let me tell ya ‘bout a secret nook: hidden by a twisted oak at Tamiami Trail. I discovered it after a long, crazy day. It’s me solace harbour. I huffed, I puffed, but felt free. Funnily enough, a crab scuttled by, as if whispering, “Don’t worry, lad!” – just like a scene outta the Coens’ flick, ya savvy?

A wild road to the highest city in North America